My French wife always speaks French whenever her parents are over. One day, while they were staying with us, my friend came over. They had no idea he knew the language.
As soon as they started talking, my friend’s face went PALE. He grabbed my hand and whispered, “Go upstairs and check under your bed. Trust me.” I went to the bedroom, and just before I looked under the bed, I blacked out. I woke in a hospital, my friend standing over…
…me with a grave expression on his face. The sterile scent of the hospital room enveloped me, and confusion clouded my mind as I tried to piece together what had transpired.
“What happened?” I croaked, my throat dry.See More Below
